I'd rather you be my cancer,
Then this pack of 4.95
Cruising down the that road,
Maybe for the thousandth time.

Like the smoke exhaled from my lungs,
Blowing in the wind till it's out of sight,
When you're around I'm at a lack of words,
Shortness of breath from the cigarettes.

I want to love you I want to help you,
We both have our wounds,
Yours are external to show the pain,
Mine being internal to show no weakness.

Smoking this cigarette ever so slowly,
You disappear in to the distance
As does my last smoke of the night,
I will save you but I need it first.

It's not the big things
But gazing in awe

We, you and I
We are small

I look up in the night
And I see shimmers

You know the last time
Well last time we were together

The stars love
They remind me of your eyes

Hundreds of miles away
I miss you

Through the speakers silence,
I swallowed my pride,
I excepted it,
and,
I hated everything about it.

All humans have similar needs,
We all want to find love,
And we want life to be easier,
No matter the place it’s the same,

This youthful boy such a handsome boy,
He tells me he’s in love,
not with his words,
I do not know French,

Head gently rested against the metros wall,
Gorgeous eyes heavy with anxiety,
Hair combed back with a lite gel,
Lips neutral with intent for her,

I see your emotions,
Though I can speak your tongue,
I know how this boy feels,
I want to reach out to him, help him..

My gaze locks,
And he glances back with calling,
Yet we break eye contact fully,
Indefinitely for sure.

The worry of his face and longing on his heart,
I know his pain I have felt it too my friend with no name that is said,
But this moment is about you and you have my condolences boy,
I know you are going to see her now…

The metro comes to a halt and the boy leave shaking with anxiety now,
He looks to me for the final time,
He smiles knowing we had a conversation that lasted for months,
All in that moment across the metro in Paris, France

That flower of a girl.
she's delicate as can be,
every movement so divine.

The innocents in her smile.
Guilt's me,
Making me want to renounce my wicked ways.

One day I will.
and be happy,
Truly joyful for my life.
Our life.

My eyes carry the heavy burdens that surround me,
It’s been so long since I've seen my tears,
Now no one will come running to my defense,

My sanity.

But they all want a part of the cake,
Keep it all behind your demons and listen to me,
We have problems only the pure can help,

My purity is about to run out.

For once
I am not waiting
No messages to deliver
No calls to be answered

For once
I'm crying
Over a loss
The fact I never had

For once
I hate myself.